#bathroom bc there was something incredibly wrong with me and school was no longer easy (adhd my beloved)

[cinnabeat]

anyways i was speaking to a friend the other day (yesterday????) and have come to the realization that the year before graduation curse has struck me again

[exoticarmyofcrowns]

sing for me | kth

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader

summary: you have been living with your roommate for well over a year and the unresolved sexual tension between the two of you finally comes to a head

genre: romance, smut (VERY 18+ not for the littles), roommates au

warnings: masturbation, vouyerism??, fingering, thigh riding, attempted dirty talk, breath play, slight power play???, excessive use of the word “baby” and other pet names, kinda awkward discussion of feelings thrown in bc my characters never shut up when i want them to get it on sorry

word count: ~6.6k

a/n: hello~ um... i have no explanation for this. i am like half ashamed and half proud of this??? idek man. all i know is that i couldn’t have done it without @sugaerie​ so thank you so much my queen i love uuuu

You step through the door of your apartment, feet practically screaming with relief as you kick off your shoes.

Work was really kicking your ass lately. Add that together with the stress of grad school and you had a deadly concoction not even your favorite tea and copious amount of ibuprofen could protect you from. Your job as a cashier was pretty easy, you can’t lie, but constantly standing and running around the store did a number on your poor feet. Thank god you had weekends off—a perk of having worked there so long you practically had the manager wrapped around your pinky when it came time for scheduling—so you could sleep in for once.

Tossing your keys on the counter, you spare a glance at the clock above the stove as you walk into your small kitchen. It’s about a quarter to midnight. You figure Taehyung is still out with his friends, hitting up one of the bars downtown.

You sigh heavily at the thought of your roommate. Not because anything wrong with him. Taehyung is nothing short of incredible. He’s sweet and kind, always greeting you with the most adorable boxy smile that makes you feel like the only person in the universe. People gravitate toward him just as easily as he draws them in, a natural warmth that instantly puts others at ease in his presence. He’s generous and thoughtful, never missing an opportunity to surprise you at work with a coffee or just to see you. Those shifts are your favorites and maybe you’re a little spoiled because you often find yourself glancing at the entrance more often than not, trying to see if you can spot his dark, curly head from your register.

Not to mention Taehyung is incredibly stunning. Long dark curls frame his face in the most intimidatingly beautiful way it’s often hard to look away from him. He’s got piercing dark eyes that can stare right into your soul but that also crinkle beautifully at the corners when he smiles. His fashion sense is killer, obscure brands and fabrics lining his closet almost like a museum. You’re not sure how but he can wear just about anything and still manage to look like he just stepped off a runway.

He works as a freelance photographer and has quite the sizeable following on social media. He’s passionate about his work and it shows in the quality of his photos. You know next to nothing about photography but even you can see that the beauty and skill with which he wields his camera is nothing short of magical. Commissions are not hard to come by for him, though you’re more than positive it has just as much to do with Taehyung himself as it does his beautiful portfolio.

No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Taehyung.

Only that he’s perfect and you have a massive crush on him.

Exhaling tiredly, you run a heavy hand down your face. Anyone else would be ecstatic about having such a wonderful, attractive roommate but you know things like this can only end in disaster. More than anything, Taehyung is your friend—your best friend, you would argue—and involving feelings into your relationship can only end poorly. The whole roommates thing just adds another layer of complication that is better left alone. You don’t shit where you eat, after all.

But it’s difficult. Taehyung is just so nice and likeable it’s unreal. You often find your thoughts wandering to dangerous places when you both are curled up on the couch together during movie nights, blankets and pillows and snacks scattered all over the living room, while he curls his body around you without a second thought. He’s naturally tactile, you try to remind yourself in an effort to calm your racing pulse but then he’ll laugh at something happening in the movie, his cheeks plumping up adorably, and you know you’re a lost cause as you feel your heart melt all over again.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore your feelings for your roommate and you know something has to give eventually. In the last couple of weeks, there seemed to have been a shift in the air whenever you were around each other. Taehyung was still your adorable and playful friend but the hugs seemed longer, the touches more tender and lingering. You even think you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, a strange new darkness simmering beneath the chocolate irises.

Flushing with embarrassment and shame, you bury your face into your hands. Of course not. You’re just being ridiculously optimistic. You pull out a clean glass from the cupboard and fill it with water from the sink, hoping to dampen the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Cleaning up, you decide to pamper yourself with a long hot shower complete with a nice sugar scrub and an in-shower face mask. You even spring for a shave, already excited for the feel of your sheets against the smooth, moisturized expanse of your legs. It’s the little things.

You hum lightly under your breath, already feeling the residual tension from the week bleed out as you gently massage your favorite lotion into your skin. Finishing up, you feel much more relaxed and so wonderfully clean you can’t help the smile that graces your lips as you move to head back to your room.

“___.”

It’s faint, so faint you think you imagine it but it still makes you freeze as you step out of the bathroom. Glancing down the short hallway that leads to your room, you blink for several seconds and wait to see if you hear it again. When nothing happens, you feel your heart resume its normal pace before rolling your eyes at yourself and continuing on to your room.

“___.”

This time it’s unmistakable and you can’t help the way the sound of your name makes you jump in fear. Now you’re in full-on panic mode and you anxiously scan the apartment. Your eyes catch on the faint light emanating from Taehyung’s room and you relax slightly. How had you not realized he was home already?

Your relief quickly morphs into confusion. Why would Taehyung be calling for you? Did he need something? Was he hurt? Stifling your self-induced panic, you quietly make your way over to his door. Despite having been in his room multiple times before, something feels off now. Almost like you shouldn’t be there. You can’t quite put your finger on it but something about the whole situation has you on edge…

You shake it off. It’s fine. You’ll just casually peep through the slightly ajar door and make sure everything is okay before marching off to bed to enjoy your evening in. Simple as that, right?

Wrong.

Whatever you thought you were going to see past the small opening of his door doesn’t hold a candle to the image that will undoubtedly be burned into your memory forever.

There, laying casually on his bed, is Taehyung. That in and of itself is not out of the ordinary. Except for the fact that he is naked save for the boxers he normally wears to bed, with a hand pulling desperately at his painfully red length.

It’s suddenly hard to breathe, air catching so violently in your throat you nearly choke audibly. Slapping a hand over your mouth and nose, you will yourself to calm down enough to take in the scene before you. Taehyung’s long legs are splayed almost elegantly across his sheets, deliciously thick thigh muscles clenching and unclenching from his ministrations. His hand glides skillfully over his cock, alternating between slow, languid tugs and fast, unyielding strokes. He throws his head back before tucking his chin in briefly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. A hiss of pleasure melts into a throaty groan and heat pools rapidly in the pit of your stomach.

A voice in the back of your mind screams for you to get away while you can. You shouldn’t be here. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lusted after your roommate, how long you’ve wanted to push him against any flat surface and have your way with him or let him have his way with you. It doesn’t matter that you want to do couple-y things with him too, like hold his hand and kiss those soft, pink lips because you are roommates—friends—and a fling like that could only end in disaster, especially when he doesn’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter and you have to leave now before—

“___,” Taehyung groans once again, hands caressing up his lean stomach and you’re distracted by the way his muscles ripple with the attention. “Are you just going to stand there or are you gonna come help me?”

Something between a squeak and a cough leaves your throat in that instant and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. You can’t bring yourself to move for a good second but Taehyung lets out another low moan and your feet move of their own accord into the bedroom.

If you thought he was beautiful before, he is absolutely glowing in the soft light of his bedside lamp. A light sheen of sweat coats his skin and you are overwhelmed with the urge to lick a stray bead that travels down his neck. Your breath is coming out in short pants and you try to subtly squeeze your thighs together to ease the ache. This does not go unnoticed.

“Hello, darling.” The words leave his lips in a low purr and a shiver zips down your spine. He’s smirking at you, hands still gripping his length but his pace has slowed significantly as if giving you a show. He seems perfectly comfortable despite the lack clothing, completely unfazed by your blatant staring. Like he wants you to look at him and only him. The thought has your face burning.

“T-Tae, what are you doing?”

“Isn’t is obvious, sweetheart? Surely I don’t need to spell it out for you, hm?” A particularly wet pass over his dick has him sucking in a gasp and you find you can’t look away. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Taehyung fixates on the motion, pupils blown wide and darkening further.

“Although you haven’t picked up on my blatant flirting so maybe I should.”

That snaps you out of your reverie. “Flirting?” You hate the way your voice sounds so weak and vulnerable but it can’t be helped.

“I haven’t exactly been subtle, ___. I’ve been—fuck—I’ve been trying to drop hints for the last few weeks now, hell, the last few months but you never n-notice.” He tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth again before releasing a heavy sigh.

Your head is spinning. This Taehyung is so different from the one you’re used to—yes, he’s still the same incorrigible flirt, but where he is usually giggly and playful he is now sensual and downright sinful. You think back over the past few weeks, the lingering touches, the casual hugs. Taehyung has always been touchy but they had felt charged with something else entirely. It’s good to know you hadn’t been making that up.

“I…” You truly don’t know what to say for yourself. “I didn’t know,” you murmur, feeling very very small all of a sudden.

Taehyung immediately stills at your tone and misinterprets it as discomfort.  “Oh. Oh god, ___, I’m so sorry.” Wrenching his hand away from himself, he scrambles on the bed, looking up at you with earnest, remorseful eyes. The waistband of his boxers snap shut in his frenzy and you almost mourn the loss of the desire-tinted skin. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought that maybe you…maybe you felt the same?”

You’re so taken aback by the complete 180 he’s made that your response gets caught in the whirlwind of your thoughts, This is more like the Taehyung you know, kind and considerate, and you almost forget the situation you’re in. Almost.

“N-No!” you stammer, eager to assuage his uncertainty. “I mean, yes, I-I…” You close your eyes tightly. “I do…feel the same.”

The way Taehyung looks at you after your stunted confession has your heart auditioning for a marathon and goosebumps prickling across your skin. You may as well have just hung all the stars in the sky with the amount of adoration swimming in his warm irises.

“I’m glad,” he grins brightly at you and you can’t help but smile back. You bite your lip out of habit and the smile fades from his face as he watches you.

Swallowing thickly, he rasps, “___, c-can I kiss you? Please.”

The desperation in his voice is not something you expect and a jolt of electricity zings down your spine. Dazed, you nod. That’s all Taehyung needs before he practically launches himself to his feet to grab you by the waist and pull you to him. His hand—the other hand that was not touching himself—cradles your face as he bends down to brush your noses together. A moment passes, Taehyung staring into your eyes to give you room to pull away. When you don’t, he smiles briefly to himself before surging forward to connect your lips.

The kiss is soft and warm, exchanging only the slightest bit of pressure as if you both are worried that you’ll frighten the other. Which is ridiculous, you think, since you have yet to run away. You bounce up on your toes to alleviate the reach for Taehyung and kiss him harder. He hums appreciatively as he nips at you, the sound tingling from your lips and down the length of your body. You shiver in his hold and move to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. The distance disappears between you two and you feel his arousal poking at your stomach. You break the kiss to look down between you, bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

Glancing up at Taehyung from beneath your eyelashes, you marvel at how positively wrecked he looks. He’s still damp with sweat but his mouth is slightly swollen from your kisses and his eyes are so blown out they’re practically black with desire. You feel yourself clench hopelessly as the blood rushes loudly in your ears.

“Can I—Can I watch you?”

You’re just as surprised as Taehyung is to hear those words leave your mouth but you’re not quite thinking straight, not when he looks like that and you finally have him in a way you never thought you would. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, and you want to savor every moment together.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to be faring much better, the request making his breathing turn heavy as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. “Are you sure, ___? Are you absolutely sure? Because once we start, I don’t think I can stop.”

Peeking up at him coyly, you respond, “Who says I’ll want you to?”

A beat. Then, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and practically growls at your words. His arm tightens around your waist and crushes your body to him as if trying to mold you together. You love it.

“Then sit back and enjoy the show.” His lips quirk into a lascivious smirk before crashing your mouths together once again. This kiss is different than the previous one, not one bit of hesitation lingering now. Taehyung’s tongue licks along the seam of your mouth insistently and your legs turn to jelly as you open up for him.

The kiss is over too soon but before you can mourn the loss of his lips, he pushes you down onto the bed and resumes his spot against the pillows. Tugging on his boxers, Taehyung pulls them down to discard them somewhere behind you. Heat pulses through you at the sight of his exposed flesh and your thighs rub together once again.

Taking himself in hand, Taehyung spreads his legs and begins a torturously slow pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this.” All the air in your lungs leaves you at the confession. You can’t even think clearly, much less think up a semi-coherent response, but he doesn’t seem deterred by your silence.

“I’ve always—shit—I’ve always wanted t-to kiss that pretty little mouth of yours, ravage it until you can’t think. Your mouth, your neck, anything I could get my lips on.” Your eyes eagerly take in the sight of the milky substance beading at the tip of his cock and making his passes even messier.

“Ah, fuck, I-I wondered what kind of sounds you would make. If you would gasp and sigh or if I could make you scream.” He twists his wrist as he glides over the head of his length and he gasps out loud, his breathing rough and ragged and oh so lovely.

“I’ve thought about what it would take you to make you beg for it.”

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it and heat blooms across your cheeks. Taehyung stills for a moment before resuming with a smirk.

“Oh? Does my baby like the sound of that? Of me making you beg for my cock?” You nod, stunned and aroused beyond belief. It’s as if your brain has short-circuited and all you can think about is the fantasy that Taehyung so beautifully illustrates for you.

“Dirty girl,” he chuckles, tonguing the corner of his lips. “I should have guessed at what a desperate little thing you’d be. Asking me to stroke my dick while you watch.” He tuts playfully, eyes never leaving yours.

Breathing has become steadily more difficult and you’re acutely aware of the dampness between your legs. You want nothing more than to relieve the ache but you’re so transfixed on the beautiful man laid out in front of you that you can do nothing more than squeeze your thighs together.

“Look at you,” Taehyung’s eyes rake down your form, taking in your lust-darkened gaze and heaving chest before lingering on the apex of your tensed thighs. “I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you? So eager to take my cock that I could just slip right in if I wanted to, hm?” Again you nod, fingers twitching as you grip the sheets beneath you. He laughs lowly and the sound washes over you and settles deep in your stomach.

“God, I bet you’d taste so sweet on my tongue. I would spend hours just buried between your legs if you’d let me. Every time you prance around the apartment in those scraps you call shorts, I just want to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk. Would you like that, baby girl? Want me to sink my cock into that sweet cunt of yours? Make it mine, over and over again?”

You’re practically panting now, desperate sounds ripping themselves from your throat as Taehyung stares at you intensely, hand never faltering on his swollen erection. He seems to take pity on you because in the next moment, he murmurs a deep, “Come here, baby.”

Snapping into action, you nearly stumble over yourself in your haste to be close to him. He smiles, fondness flickering in his eyes beneath the lust at your eagerness. You crawl forward until you are settled on your knees between his legs. A feeling of shyness settles over you—absurd, given the circumstances—and you find yourself unable to meet his gaze. A hand winds around your waist and pulls you to him, forcing you to straddle one of his thighs. You feel a finger slip under your chin to coax you into looking at him. When you do, Taehyung offers a sweet smile.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” You go to nod but Taehyung clicks his tongue. “I need to hear you say it, ___.”

“Yes.” You’re proud that your voice doesn’t shake. “I want you, Tae.”

The finger on your chin turns into a forceful grip as he crashes your mouths together once again. It’s messy and desperate and you can’t help the loud moan that Taehyung swallows gleefully. You welcome his tongue into your mouth and when you give it a pointed suck, he lets out an answering groan low in his throat.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he pants against your cheek, planting wet kisses down your jaw and to the length of your neck. His lips meet the collar of your shirt but before he can even ask, you’re wrenching it off your body and onto the ground.

Taehyung seems at a loss for the first time since you’d walked into his room and you revel in the swell of pride that overtakes you. He can’t help but ogle greedily at the newly-exposed skin and you feel powerful knowing that you have his undivided attention.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Taehyung places a gentle kiss right above your heart before slowly making his way lower. The gesture is not lost on you and you find yourself melting further into his touch as your hand wraps around to tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck. You can feel two hands ghost up your sides to tease the undersides of your breasts and you inhale sharply, chest pushing up into his mouth. Taehyung breathes a laugh onto your skin before cupping the soft flesh and placing almost reverent kisses upon their stiff peaks.

“Tae, please,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut at the onslaught of sensations he is inflicting on you.

“Hmm, I like hearing you beg for me.” His tongue flicks against your pebbled nipple and you cry out, unable to hold back anymore. “My desperate baby girl.”

“T-Tae, ah, please don’t tease.”

“Don’t tease?” He punctuates the question with a sharp squeeze. “But you’ve been teasing me for well over a year, no? Walking around the apartment practically naked, with nothing but a t-shirt or these poor excuse for shorts.” Taehyung’s hands leave a lingering pinch before gliding down the length of your torso to the hem of your sleep shorts. Hooking a finger inside, he snaps the elastic back in place and you gasp. “No panties?” He asks in wonder, eyes fixed on your lower half.

Swallowing, you murmur, “I-I don’t usually wear them to bed.”

He lets out a throaty groan. “Fuck, you really—” He cuts himself off with another sharp exhale, head tipping backward as he squeezes his eyes shut as if in pain. Something nudges the side of your thigh and you look down at forgotten length between you, swollen and nearly purple. As if in a daze, you reach for the turgid flesh and let the tips of your fingers graze the head tentatively. Taehyung’s eyes snap open to look at you in shock and you freeze.

“Do that again. Please.”

You can hardly deny him when he looks so fucked out beneath you and your hand begins a tentative pace, stroking his dick like you had witnessed him do earlier.

“That’s it, atta girl,” he groans into your shoulder, kissing the skin almost absentmindedly. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your stomach plummets at his words, inner muscles clenching almost painfully. You’re so turned on your shorts are most likely unsalvageable but seeing Taehyung so wrecked and because of you makes it all worthwhile.

Keeping up the pace on his cock, you don’t even notice your hips begin to lower onto his thigh and rock down against him until he sits up from where he’d begun to slouch in pleasure, leg knocking up into your dripping heat.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that.” His words send your heart stuttering in your chest. “Your poor little cunt has been neglected, hm? You’ve been such a good girl for me, stroking my cock and getting me ready. I think you deserve a reward.”

Taehyung grips your hips with bruising force and helps you grind harder onto his leg. The drag of your shorts against your swollen clit is a little too harsh but the sheer dampness of the fabric makes the glide much easier.

“I can feel you dripping onto my leg. You’re soaked, baby.” You’re delirious at this point, incoherent noises spilling from your lips as you work yourself over Taehyung’s thigh. It’s not long before you feel the pleasure mounting within you, hips pistoning back and forth even faster.

“That’s it, baby girl. Use me. Make yourself cum on my thigh. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock.” His hands run soothingly across your skin, sending your nerves on fire. You whine as you feel your orgasm approach with each pass of your hips.

“Come on, babe. Give it to me. Let me feel you cum all over me.”

With a strangled cry, you buck against Taehyung uncontrollably as you finally release all over his leg. You curl into him, hands tangling into his hair and tugging in order to keep yourself grounded. Your hips gradually slow as you ride out your high and you find it a struggle to catch your breath. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, letting the aftershocks wash over you.

“Oh, ___,” Taehyung murmurs in wonder. Almost sheepishly, you peek up at him from beneath your eyelashes to see him staring at you with such unadulterated reverence and want that your heart skips a beat. “You did so well, baby girl,” he rasps, lips ghosting over your face tenderly.

Face warm, you try to redirect the attention to him and begin placing gentle kisses along the length of his neck. Taehyung tilts his head back, eyelids fluttering prettily at your ministrations. Smirking to yourself, you trail your hand teasingly down the length of his chest to make your way down to his dick but he stops you with a firm hand around your wrist. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, he’s already flipped you over onto your back.

“Hmm, still so eager for my cock.” He nips playfully at your bottom lip, laughing when you move to chase him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re getting there. I have to get you ready first.”

Two of his fingers brush the swell of your mouth and you open immediately to take them in. Taehyung inhales sharply as you give them a pointed suck, eyes narrowing slightly to let you know that you will certainly pay for that later. The thought sends a shot of arousal to your core.

Taehyung removes his fingers and wastes no time in bringing them to the apex of your thighs. He makes quick work of your soiled shorts and suddenly, he’s all you can feel. A single digit swipes the length of your slit to circle around your clit, eliciting a hiss from the both of you.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet,” Tae groans, in a trance. “All for me.”

He wasn’t really speaking to you but you nod anyway. “Yes, Tae. All for you.”

Eyes snapping to yours, he sinks one finger into your weeping heat and watches your face for any signs of discomfort. You tense slightly before relaxing and sending him a reassuring smile as a signal that he can continue. He pumps his finger in and out, letting you get used to the sensation before gently slipping in another. Scissoring the digits, Taehyung furrows his brows and bites his lip as he forces himself to be patient.

You, on the other hand, are having a much harder time controlling yourself. Soft whimpers escape you with every pump of Taehyung’s fingers. One particularly potent curl has you gasping for air as an animalistic growl tears itself from your throat, hips bucking harshly upwards.

“Gah, Tae—please,” you pant, hands flailing wildly for something to hold onto before settling on his hair.

“Anything, darling.” Taehyung inserts yet another finger and you begin to really feel the stretch, so much that it nearly becomes uncomfortable. A small noise of discomfort makes the man above you pause but he mouths at your temple reassuringly. “I know, baby, I know. But I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Right then, he curls his fingers just as he did before and you’re seeing stars again. He places adoring kisses along your jaw before dipping for another taste of your mouth. You eagerly accept him, opening fully to him as your hips roll along with the rhythm of his fingers.

Breaking away, you pant, “I’m ready, Tae.”

“Are you sure?” Looking deeply into your eyes, he must find what he’s looking for because he nods lightly and kisses you breathless. He reaches over to his nightstand and rummages in his drawer. The crinkle of a wrapper hits your ears, making your face warm slightly as the reality of the situation hits you full force. You were really doing this. The fact that the man that you’ve pined after for so long is here with you—actually likes you—is so surreal you’re not quite sure how to process it but you’ll be damned if you didn’t enjoy every second of it.

Once he has rolled the condom on, Taehyung moves upward to cup your face between his hands. “Before we begin, are you absolutely s—”

“Tae, I swear to god if you do not get inside me in the next three seconds I will flip us over and do it myself.”

Taehyung blinks before chuckling. “There will be plenty of time for that, sweetheart. But for right now…” His smile turns sinister, prompting anticipation to swirl deliciously in your stomach. “I’m calling the shots.”

He takes himself in hand and rubs the tip up and down the length of your folds. Your eyes flutter when Taehyung collects your pooling arousal, making a complete mess of you.

When he pushes in, your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. He’s big—of course he is—bigger now that he’s entering you and you can’t deny that the stretch is more than welcome. You glance up at Taehyung’s face and are pleased to see that he looks just as wrecked as you feel. He locks eyes with you, dark irises burning with lust but also something deeper. Something…soft and warm. The thought sends your heart pounding in your chest.

As he bottoms out, Taehyung makes sure to probe your face for any signs of discomfort. He doesn’t find any and tentatively thrusts into you, eyes never leaving yours as he does. You gasp, nerves tingling as a whine tears itself from your throat, soft and breathy.

“That’s it, angel,” Taehyung pants in your ear. “Sing for me. Let me know just how good I make you feel.”

You clench helplessly, reveling in the low grunt it earns from the man above you. He begins to pick up the pace, hips snapping fiercely against yours so that the only sound is the harsh slap of skin against skin mingling with your eager breaths.

“Such a tight little cunt, even after you’ve already cum once.” His voice is even raspier with the force of his thrusts and you practically keen at the sound. “I wonder how many times I can make you lose it.”

You sob, hips rising desperately to meet his. “P-Please,” you cry, unsure what it is you’re asking for but it doesn’t matter because he props himself up to get a better angle, looking down at your writhing form.

“Such a desperate little baby.” He punctuates the pet name with a particularly harsh snap of his hips and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can already feel your second orgasm rising within you, all you need is a little push.

“You know,” Taehyung begins, concentrating his thrusts to a slow roll, “I’ve always been curious about one thing.”

Before you can ask what it is, you see his hand snake between you, gliding across your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, to settle at the base of your throat. Your eyes widen of their own accord, breath stuttering as you realize the intention. Taehyung’s eyes hold a silent question and you nod, albeit a bit desperately, prompting him to wrap his long fingers steadily around the lowest part of your neck.

“Fucking filthy,” he whispers in awe, gaze alternating between your face and the sight of his hand wrapped around your pretty neck. He thinks he could watch this forever. Squeezing experimentally, Taehyung watches with utter delight at how quickly you fall apart under his grip. Your hands scramble to claw at his arm, not to pull it away but to keep him locked in place.

“Poor baby just wants to be choked and fucked senseless, is that it?” You nod jerkily, pleasure fogging your mind and making you delirious. You couldn’t talk even if you tried but the way your hips buck up into his needily tell him all he needs to know.

“So honest,” he chuckles, increasing the pressure slightly. “Good girls get what they want.” Taehyung pulls his hips back, so far that only the tip remains inside you, before snapping back in full-force. The pace he sets is brutal and you can feel his hip brushing relentlessly against your clit.

“T-Tae,” you gasp, stomach tightening as a particularly well-timed thrust has you seeing stars. “C-Close.”

“Is baby girl gonna cum?” You nod frantically, eyes focusing and unfocusing on his face. “Come on, baby. Give me one more. I know you can do it. My desperate. Little. Slut.”

Taehyung tightens his grip even further and that’s the end for you. A scream lodges itself in your throat as the coil in your lower stomach snaps, sending you spiraling into the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in a while. Taehyung releases his hand from your neck abruptly, the rush of air prolonging your pleasure to the point you think you might pass out.

Above you, you hear Taehyung groan gutterly at the vice-like grip your walls have trapped him in. “Fuck, princess, I can feel you squeezing. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Still breathless, you fight against the fog clouding your brain. “Please, Tae. Cum inside me, please. I-I want it so bad.”

“Such a filthy little thing,” he stutters, breaths sounding labored in your ears as he gets closer to his own climax. “Gonna f-fill you up so good. Make this cunt mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, tightening your muscles one last time around him. That seems to be the end for him because before you know it, Taehyung is moaning into your shoulder.

“All. Fucking. Mine,” he growls as he snaps his hips, once, twice, before stilling inside you.

It seems to last hours but Taehyung eventually collapses onto his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight. You both take a minute to catch your breath, enjoying the feeling of closeness that follows. Eventually, he pulls back, carefully slipping out of you to tie off the condom and toss it in the wastebasket. You wince but relax immediately after, snuggling further into the soft down of his comforter.

Taehyung smiles adoringly as he makes his way back to the bed, heart flipping at how cute you look in his bed. Almost as if you belong there. He hesitates as he gets to the edge, fearing for a moment whether or not it was alright to join you. Those fears are put to rest as you blink sleepily up at him, arms tiredly reaching for him. Relieved, he snuggles in next to you and gathers you in his arms. It’s silent for a moment as you both enjoy being wrapped up in each other.

“Since when?” you finally break the silence, tracing mindless patterns across his chest.

Taehyung inhales sharply. He knows exactly what you mean. Still, he feigns ignorance. “What?”

You close your eyes for a moment, burying your face further into his chest. “Since when have you liked me?”

“Since when have you liked me?” he shoots back and you pinch the skin on his ribs. He yelps before you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“I asked you first,” you whine, risking a glance up at his face. Taehyung is already staring down at you fondly, warm gaze melting into your own.

“Since the very first moment,” he whispers softly. You almost laugh, except his face is deadly serious. It’s suddenly hard to swallow around the lump in your throat. You stare at him in wonder—the delicate brush of his eyelashes against his cheek, the soft sweep of his sweat-dampened hair over his forehead, the gentle curve of his lips as he smiles at you. You clear your throat, glancing away as a pleasant warmth settles over your cheeks.

“That’s not an answer.”

He laughs breathily in your ear and you fight a shiver. “Okay, okay. Well the first time I realized it was the day you had come back from your shift after you had switched managers.”

You balk. “Are you serious?” You remember that day. Management had decided to move your favorite supervisor over to the men’s department while you remained stuck in shoes. The new guy was awful—condescending, incompetent, and downright unpleasant. You had come home that day with three different bottles of wine and all the take out you could afford and practically forced Taehyung to drink with you and listen to your misery. The guy was eventually fired but the whole experience had left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

Tae chuckles as he thinks back to that night. “Yes, I’m serious. You were about halfway through the second bottle and were practically screaming curses at the guy. It took you all of 30 minutes after dinner to fall asleep right there on the couch, somehow still complaining about that dickwad.” You snort, hand shooting up to cover your face in embarrassment. “As you talked, I realized…I could listen to you forever. And then you fell asleep, cuddling so cutely into my shoulder, and I knew I was a goner. Even though you snore.”

Your eyes, which had started watering at his heartfelt confession, widen before you regain your composure enough to hit his chest. “I do not snore.”

Taehyung winces playfully, knowing full-well that you don’t but enjoying teasing you all the same. “So, yeah. I’ve liked you for a while. And I had an inkling you felt the same.”

“Oh, yeah? What gave it away? The fact that I practically hopped on your dick?” you tease.

“Well it certainly didn’t hurt.” He winks at you and you have to stifle the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl. “But it was little things. Like how you’d blush at a compliment or if I hugged you just a bit too long. I couldn’t be sure though. Not until tonight, I guess.”

“Well,” you shift upwards, his confession instilling a confidence in you that you hadn’t known you possessed, “in case I haven’t made it abundantly clear: I like you very, very much, Kim Taehyung.”

He’s silent for a single, nerve-wracking beat before the most brilliant smile lights up his face and for the second time that night, you find yourself breathless.

“And I like you very, very much, too, ___.”

Taehyung kisses you then, slow and sweet, and you’re left thinking that you never want to be anywhere else.

© exoticarmyofcrowns 2020

[nicka-nell]

Prompt Event

Request: anonymous - ​ for the prompt event ,,, 44 & 46 w yamaguchi??? like friends w benefits to lovers bc yamaguchi gets jealous that youre talking to another guy ??? (afab reader pls hehe) oh and nsfw please!!!

Prompt Event  | Masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader

Words: 3.896

Warning: nsfw, 18+, blow job, kind of rough sex?

Promots:

44. Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!

46. You were always more than just a one night stand to me.  

His warm cum runs down your throat as you milk his cock, when the painful twitch presses against your inside. With a loud pop, Yamaguchi pulls you by your hair away from his member, looks into your eyelashes sticking together with tears, his breath still raspy. 

“Happy birthday, Yams.” You say something out of breath when you open a bottle of water that you drink to flush the last bit of sperm left in your mouth down and give him a fleeting kiss. “When is the party?” You ask after you wipe away the drops of water at the corner of your mouth with your forearm.

“In an hour.” He answers you as he throws himself with his upper body back off the bed and looks at his cell phone, where the first congratulations are already adding up. “Well, then I still have time to shower, I’ll be right back.” You answer casually as you pack your bag with the change of clothes and go into the bathroom.

You two have been friends for a long time, have always understood and respected each other as neighbors. You were always there for each other, even when your former boyfriend had left you, when you had cried out to Yamaguchi, and were happy to have him as your best friend.

But that night, he wasn’t just your best friend. No, the grief and his affection made you kiss him, made him return your kiss, and before you knew it, your normal friendship became a friendship with benefits.

Yet you had made rules. Everything was allowed, a hand job or blowjob, licking, kissing, kinks, everything but no sex, because this would not end well.

But one evening, when you had a terrible date, you had a little too much to drink with Yamaguchi, forgot about each other and did not follow the rules, because you slept together. And it was really wonderful.

Yamaguchi was truly talented with his tongue, but that he is also so incredibly good at sex? You didn’t expect that. He was like a servant who had done everything for his goddess, who had so delighted and adored you, that you could think of nothing more than him.

And as in all the movies, all the shows, you should have known that sex without love is not so easy. That there is always someone who develops feelings. But you’re just friends.

Thoughtfully, you dry your hair before you get dressed and walk out of the bathroom. From below, you already hear voices, wishing Yamaguchi all the best for his birthday, while his joyful laughter echoes through the hallway.

Slowly you also go down the stairs, seeing many unknown faces, until you see a familiar person and approach him. “Hi Tsukki! So, did you give Yams the same as last year?” You giggle as you slap the big blond man on the back.

Annoyed, he looks down at you as he looks down the stairs from which you came down. “And you? Did you give him what you give him every week?” He smirks as you stick your tongue and fold your arms.

“I don’t know what you mean, I haven’t given Yams his present yet.” You sigh when you think of the gift in your pocket. It’s a little box you both made when you were little. You once saw a movie where a few friends put their favorite things in a box, buried it, and dug it up again after ten years.

These 10 years are now around and you were sure that Yamaguchi had already forgotten all this, yet you hope that he remembers it and is happy about his present.

Although Yamaguchi is busy welcoming the guests, his gaze always wanders to you and his best friend. He watches you, looks at you, how you talk to Tsukishima, how he behaves himself, and also how he acts around you.

He’s not worried about you or Tsukishima. You two are his best friends. You once told him that Tsukishima is just a friend for you, and Tsukishima also sees you as a friend rather than a person he would love at some point.

“I’m going to get a drink, do you want some too, Tsukki?” You ask him as your legs already make the first steps to the kitchen. But Tsukishima only shakes his head. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t have my drink brought by a dwarf like you.” 

“As friendly as ever.” You laugh at him, already averted from him, as you stretch your middle finger upwards and go into the kitchen. You still smile about Tsukishima, not noticing the man in front of you, who turns around and suddenly pours his drink on your pretty dress.

You both flinch as your eyes meet, when you notice how the dark-haired man turns reddish. His eyes match his hair, are just as dark, while his smile is warm and friendly. “I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t see you. I’ll pay for the cleaning.” He is a little hesitant when he turns around and reaches for a kitchen towel to give it to you.

He spins another time around to take a second towel and wipe the floor dry before picking up the cup and waiting for your answer. But you only smile at him after you’ve dabbled away most of the moisture.

“You could just tell me your name. That would be enough for me, stranger.” With your words you jump on Yamaguchi’s large marble kitchen island, swinging your legs back and forth playfully.

“My name is Ennoshita Chikara. May I ask who the delicate woman before me is? Who would rather have my name than the cost of cleaning this lovely dress?” He smiles, embarrassed, but you recognize this slight mischievous undertone in his voice.

With the index finger you wave him closer to you, and notice that his looks land again and again on your almost naked thighs, which have become visible by the sliding up of your dress. “You must speak louder. I don’t understand you, Ennoshita.”  

Your words make him nervous, but pull him under your spell at the same time, so he takes another step towards you until he stands in front of you, putting his hands almost naturally on your thighs, as he repeats his words.

His hands are soft, lie warm on your skin, yet don’t fill you with the warmth you usually feel. “I’m L/n Y/n. And if you want, I can give you my number, then we can talk again about the cleaning costs for this dress, which is so pretty for you.” You whisper to him as you reach out and tell him to give you his phone.

With shaky hands, he reaches his cell phone out to you, almost afraid to say anything when you type in your number and give him the phone back.

“Tell me, Tsukki, do you know where Y/n is?” Ask Yamaguchi, who lost sight of you with Hinata’s joyful congratulations. “I don’t know, she wanted to get a drink, but apparently she can’t find the fridge, because she’s still gone.” Hisses the tall man who is still annoyed by all the people in the hallway.

With an unwholesome feeling, he walks along the hallway to the kitchen, which suddenly seems infinitely long. Just to see through the door gap that you’re standing in the kitchen with his former school- and teammate Ennoshita.

Your cheeky smile, which you always throw to Yamaguchi before you both enjoy your togetherness. How he touches your skin, which he likes to feel in his hands, while his head buries between your legs as you moan loudly his name.

“Ah, here you are, Y/n. Can I talk to Y/n alone? We need to talk about something for Tsukki’s birthday present. You know, which we gave him a few weeks ago.” Stops you Yamaguchi’s voice from talking to Ennoshita further.

For a moment, he smiles at the dark-haired man before turning to you. His view is now cool and distant. “Oh, sure. We’ll see or hear each other soon L/n. See you.” Ennoshita says goodbye to you, before he passes Yamaguchi, who then closes the door and walks past you to go to the fridge.

Without even saying a word, he pulls a water bottle out of the fridge, fills a glass and puts a few ice cubes in before he turns around and takes a sip. “So you and Ennoshita. Do you like him?” he wants to know, even if his tone is bored.

“Yeah, he is a kind of sweet and a nice guy.” You’re shuffling when you think about that dark-haired man you saw earlier. “Mhm.”, “What’s wrong, Yams? Are you jealous or something like that?” You’re almost smiling at him with that serious look he’s trying to suppress. If only he knew...

But he just frowns, puts his glass next to you on the kitchen island, but tries to escape your gaze. “Why should I?”, “Maybe you don’t want to share me with others?”  You giggle as you press your black high heels to his chest. Almost surprised by your own action.

Angry, he closes his eyes to slits as his gaze wanders along your body, up to your face. Why are you being so hard on him today? Wearing the shoes he told you he loved most about you, his absolute favorite dress, which he once gave you because he was convinced that you look stunning in it. And damn it, you looked more than breathtaking.

“You said yourself we’re just friends, so I don’t care to whom you make your willing hole available.” He hisses when he pushes your leg off his chest and wants to turn around.

You’d never seen him so angry. Such hurtful words that directly affect your inner, you had never heard of him before. Instinctively you reach for his wrist, prevent him from turning around and pull him to you, so that he stands between your legs, you still on the counter.

His body pushes your legs further apart so that your dress slips up a bit and your panties blink out. Even his favorite panties you wear, and he’s sure that your bra will match this one. Angry he tries to pinch his teeth together, doesn’t understand why you make yourself so pretty when you’re just looking for a new guy, almost as if he’s no longer enough for you.

Like he’s not good enough anymore, and you throw him away, swap him out like a substitute player in volleyball. It was like that before, if he hadn’t done his best, he was replaced right away. But he was aware of his role in volleyball, only with you he was unsure, did not know what role he played for you.

“I’m sorry, Yams.” You whisper to him as you put your arms around his neck and give him a hesitant kiss. But Yamaguchi shies away, doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’s angry because you’re playing with his feelings, even though you probably don’t do it on purpose.

After all, you said you were just friends, so it’s not your fault he has feelings for you. You can do whatever you want, because you’re not a couple. “What? That you throw yourself like a bitch in heat at the next guy you run into?” The words suddenly fall loudly out of him, and immediately after he has pronounced them, he regrets them.

With persistent breath he seeks your gaze, wants to apologize to you, but he falls silent when he sees your pitiful gaze. “I’m sorry I pissed you off. But you know... Only you can make me happy, my good boy.” You giggle as you bend over and cover up these hurtful words with your gaze and your voice. Words that make you cry inside.

But Yamaguchi’s thoughts are unclear, his actions free of his will as the red thread in him, tears when he leans forward to kiss you roughly. With his teeth he nibbles on your lower lip, search the entrance to your tongue to taste it too, before he presses you with a loud groan on the plate of the kitchen island and grabs his hands on your thighs, the place where Ennoshita had his fingers.

“Hey, Tadashi, what are you doing? Somebody could come in any time!” You say, your voice is almost shaking with fear. But that doesn’t bother Yamaguchi at the moment.

When he realizes that you are trying to straighten up, one of his hands moves to your chest, presses you again on the cold plate, and thus prevents you from getting up. His other hand glides over your soft thigh to your panties, he caresses with his fingers.

Full of lust, he looks down at you, observing your facial features every time his finger shoves over the fine lace fabric, along your core and back to your entrance. “Yams… please… someone could see us. Hahh...”  

But he doesn’t answer you, just bends down to kiss the inside of your thigh before his fingers push your panties aside and give him a clear view of your already shiny hole. “You seem to like it when I look at your already dripping wet hole. Or is that all that’s left of your dirty thoughts about Ennoshita?” 

His husky voice kisses your damp walls before licking over them with his tongue, sucking on your clit as his fingers slowly enter you, spread and explore your inside. His vibrating sound trembles on your walls, Yamaguchi’s tongue makes you bury your hands in his hair, because it makes just the right pressure, just the right movement on your core.

And now that his fingers are inside you, hitting your sweet spot just right, you can’t help but give a pinched moan as you place your juice over his fingers. He still says nothing while he pulls his fingers out of you, inspecting your body as it moves slightly twitching from your orgasm as he licks your delicious juice off his fingers.

Slowly you open your eyes, trying to find clear thoughts again, now that you’re sure it’s over and Yamaguchi has left out his anger. But you’re wrong, and you realize that Yamaguchi’s hands bury in your hip, pulling you off the counter. Your shoes clap as they touch the floor.

“Thank you, but next time you lock the kitchen before we-” Your sentence is sealed by his lips, which, roughly like the waves, crashes on a rock face. Yamaguchi’s hand is firmly in your hair, while the other one frees you from your short dress.

Pull it off your shoulders until it falls to the ground when your skin confronts with the cold air. His fingertips wander under your bra, pulling on the fine band before they open it, and it also leaves your body almost bare. 

“Tadashi… What… are you… doing?” You try to ask between your kisses. “What does it look like to you? You were always more than just a one-night stand to me.” His voice is serious, deep, as his eyes look at you piercing.

“Wait! Wait, we said everything but sex!”, “But that’s not enough for me anymore, Y/n!” He adds loudly, and for the first time you see a mixture of despair, anger and fear in him. Your heart beats faster when you begin to understand his words.

But you can’t answer him, because you are suddenly turned over by him, pressed with your chest on the cold plate of the kitchen island as he places himself behind you, kisses your back and at the same time opens his pants with his free hand.

You hear how the coarse denim material lands on the floor, how your body through the cold of the marble top, the warmth of his lips and the tickling of his hair, you lose your mind. 

His cock is already rock hard as he rubs it against your butt, distributing his spit on it before he pushes it into you without further preparation. Not that you needed it, because you’re still soaking wet from your orgasm.

“Hahh… Y/n… You feel so good, I missed that so much.” He groans with a shaky voice and buries his hands tighter in your hips, as he pushes your ass firmly against his pelvis again and again, in order to really reach every spot in you. And that’s what he does.

Although he’s not as gentle as last time, he fills you completely, stretches you with a pleasant pain and makes your entire body shake. “Ahh Tadashi! So… so good!” Your whiny moaning makes his dick twitch, makes him smile, as a disgusting sound tears him out of this dreamlike event.

Annoyed, he looks to the side until he sees your phone on which an unknown number lights up. It can only be the number of Ennoshita. “Answer it and put it on speaker!” He breathes to you, as he pushes the phone to you and thrusts aggressively into you, almost as if he wants to give you a warning.

With shaky hands, you answer the call as Ennoshita’s voice echoes through the kitchen. “Hi Ennoshita here. I just wanted to call.” Through the phone you can hear his smile, but you can’t answer, as you are sure that you would moan out loud. 

“Eh… L/n? Are you on the phone? Can you hear me?” He asks insecurely, when Yamaguchi whispers in your ear that you should answer him. “Yh- Yes hah!” You groan almost out loud, biting your lower lip. 

But he doesn’t seem to have heard it, because he just laughs joyfully. “Beautiful! You know, I had to leave quickly because my mother still needs some help. Thanks for giving me your number. Do you have plans after the party? Do you… maybe want to come over?” 

You notice, as with his last sentence, Yamaguchi’s speed and especially the hardness of his thrusts strengthen, how they now make the things on the cooking island tremble the same way like your body and you can hardly keep your voice still.

“I’m sorry… ngh… I’m b- busy with Yah- Yams birthday p-party. I’ll ha- c- call you tomorrow. Nhh.... Bye Sh… Ennoshita ah!” You apologize to him before he says goodbye to you, something embarrassed and you hang up.

“Ah fuck! Why, why are you doing this Tadashi haah?” You want to know, as you try to turn to him, but you can’t do it with his grip. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!” His words reach you like lightning, make your body tingle differently.

For a moment, you’re trying to process his words, realize what he said. His thrusts are fast and hard, almost as fast as your heartbeat right now. “Yamaguchi wait! Wait! Stop!” You shout at him loudly and with a lot of pressure in your voice as you detach yourself from his grip and turn around.

You look at him completely surprised, and now he also realizes that he had just confessed his feelings to you. “Is that true Yams? Do you really love me?” Your tone is almost broken, quiet and hard to understand, but for Yamaguchi it is louder than ever.

Ashamed, he bites his lip, looks to the ground and nods, barely visible. He is sure to have ruined everything now, but he would not have expected you to approach him and kiss him lovingly. That you press your body against his and bury your hands in his hair.

Full of passion, you look into his dark eyes, which are now getting wider and wider. “Then fill me up. Show me you can make me happy. Show me you can be a bad boy, too.” Stunned, he looks at you. Do you love him too? Because you didn’t reject him.

He’s sure you can hear his heartbeat loud before he jerks you up and puts you back on the counter in front of him. You don’t care if someone could come in or not, you just want to feel Yamaguchi inside you again.

Hastily you pull him to you, bring his hands to your body before you tie your legs to his hip and look for a hold on his back with your hands. Haunting his lips finds yours, as his dick penetrates into you again, he pushes you further against himself and continues where he left off earlier.

Your breath mixes, just as your eyes look at each other hungry, when Yamaguchi brings his lips to your body, caresses your collarbone while his hand plays with your nipple, wraps the other around your hip so you won’t be pushed away from his bumps.

“Oh god Tadashi, so good. You fill me so good! I’m close, hah!” You groan as you notice how the knot in your body slowly contracts. As if you don’t know what to do with your desire, you claw your nails in his back, tilt your head backwards and let the pleasure reign over your body.

“Ah, Tadashi! I- I love you! I always loved you!” You moan, weeping as your vision blurs and your body becomes numb. He carefully lets you down on the plate, still holding you to the hip, but it is difficult for him not to come now.

Because your walls are so tight, tie up his limb and your words that you love him are enough to bring him to orgasm. Sloppy his lips hit yours as he distributes his shots at you, exhausted, slumped on you.

“I love you too, for a long time now.” He then whispers to you as he sticks your hair, which is sweaty on your temples, behind your ear and looks at you with his otherwise unbelievably sweet smile.

You’re overjoyed to be telling him when you first noticed, when the kitchen door opened and you two were looking at the door. Even if you see him standing upside down, you are sure it is Tsukishima.

Shocked, you both look at him while he doesn’t make a face. “Next time, you might want to put some music on for your guests, so they don’t have to listen to you moaning.” Bored, he clicks his tongue as his gaze wanders towards you.

“Really resourceful, your birthday present. As if you guys aren’t doing your weird sex thing every week.” You do not manage to give him an answer, because the door has already closed with a loud bang, only the two of you in the quiet room.

Embarrassed, Yamaguchi scratches the back of the head as he helps you stand up and hands you your dress and underwear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen and…. for it to get so awkward.”

But you’re just laughing at his apology. “I regret nothing because you told me you loved me. I don’t care who heard me or who didn’t. As long as you’re the one hearing me the loudest.” Again his eyes become big, his mouth wide and his cheeks red. “Does that mean you want to be together with me?” 

“I’d like to be your friend, your girlfriend.” You smile and give him a sealing kiss on the lips before you get dressed and go back to the others.

[littlespoonevan]

turn my blue heart to red

Ahh so this is for Skam Fic Week - Day 5: Work Colleagues which is a personal favourite of mine :’))))

since i’m dYING for a doctors au and basically none exist i gave in and wrote one myself sdjkhfkasj title comes from Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer bc i wanted something doctor related lmao enjoy <333

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Isak collapses on the counter of the nurses’ station, burying his face in his arms and letting out a pained groan. “Why do I always end up treating Mr Olson? His personal hygiene routine makes me feel like I need to take a turn in the chemical shower.”

Jonas gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and Isak raises his head, using his crossed arms to brace himself against the counter while he looks forlornly from Jonas to Mahdi. “What did I do to deserve this?” he moans. “Is this what I spent a million years at med school for?”

“Just be thankful you’re not the one giving him a sponge bath,” Mahdi reminds him with a grimace.

“Or helping him to the bathroom,” Jonas shudders and Isak feels a little better.

“Are you guys on break soon?” Isak asks hopefully. “I wanna get lunch.” Not that he has much of an appetite after that but he needs coffee.

“We can probably sneak away when Eva gets back,” Jonas says, glancing up at the clock.

“I think Mags is finishing up his rounds soon too,” Mahdi adds, taking out his phone presumably to text Magnus – which isn’t exactly professional but all their patients are safely in their beds, they don’t need to know.

Isak is about to ask if they’ve heard what the cafeteria special is today when two hands are suddenly gripping his waist and making him jump. He whirls around, half-expecting to find one of his handsier patients, and rolls his eyes when his gaze lands on Even.

“Did I scare you?” Even asks teasingly, waggling his eyebrows as he leans casually against the counter beside Isak.

“Never,” Isak scoffs, sending a fierce scowl in Jonas’ direction when he catches him smirking at them both. Jonas is under the ridiculous impression he and Even have a crush on each other which is not true.

“Did I hear you discussing lunch plans?” Even asks then, smile softening when he looks at Isak but still bright enough to make Isak’s stomach trip over itself.

(Okay, maybe it’s a little true.)

Even in his paediatrics scrubs covered in yellow ducks and his white lab coat, with his quiff wilting and probably running on about five hours sleep, Even still manages to look devastatingly handsome. Isak is both jealous and a little turned on, to be honest.

“Yeah, I was gonna grab something while I’ve got time between rounds,” Isak says.

“But we’re still waiting for Eva to come back to man the station before we leave,” Jonas explains.

“Hey, did you see Mags?” Mahdi asks. “He should be finishing up soon, right?”

Magnus works in paediatrics with Even and every kid that comes into the hospital absolutely adores the both of them. Isak’s not surprised with their sunny demeanours and caring personalities. They always know just how to make the kids calm down and make them feel comfortable staying in the ward. He can’t imagine two better people for the job.

“He’ll probably be awhile. Emilie is back again so…” Even trails off but the others nod in understanding. Emilie has been coming to the hospital since she was a toddler and since Magnus was an intern. They still can’t pin down an official diagnosis for her but Magnus is incredibly attached.

“Well, why don’t you two just go for lunch and we can join later?” Jonas offers, throwing Isak a subtle grin like he just did him a favour. Isak hates him a little – and loves him a lot. “Who knows when Eva will be back?”

“If you’re sure?” Even checks, turning to Isak with a beaming smile after both Mahdi and Jonas nod their acquiescence. “Looks like I get to steal you for a while.”

“You’re not a very good kidnapper if you tell me in advance,” Isak points out, making Even bark out a laugh.

“Whatever. Dump your lab coat in the locker room and grab your hoodie,” Even says, latching onto Isak’s arm and tugging on it. “I’m taking you out for lunch; that cafeteria food isn’t good for us.” With a quick wave at Mahdi and Jonas, Even starts dragging him away from the nurses’ station and Isak is helpless but to follow him.

After depositing their coats in the locker room and changing into their regular jackets Even eagerly leads them out of the main entrance of the hospital and sets them off down the street.

“Where are we going?” Isak asks – not that he really cares when he gets to spend time alone with Even but it seems like the appropriate question to ask.

“What about that café at the end of the street?” Even asks, nodding vaguely in the direction of said café. “They do good sandwiches and stuff.”

“Why can’t we just get a kebab?” Isak complains, hiding his smile in the collar of his bomber jacket when his words have the desired effect of making Even sigh dramatically.

“Isak, you’re a doctor,” Even chastises. “Kebabs are not a substantial meal to get you through the day.”

“But cheese toasties are?” Isak asks wryly.

Even casts him a sidelong glance, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well, my ones are.”

“Then why aren’t we going back to Casa Bech Næsheim?”

“Too far,” Even answers as if Isak hadn’t been joking. “Don’t worry; I’ll make you dinner someday.”

Isak falters at that, stumbling a step and hurriedly righting himself again before Even notices. It’s- see, sometimes Even says things and it- it makes it sound like Jonas might actually be right…

But Isak mostly tries to push it out of his head. Relationships between colleagues are complicated and besides, he values Even’s friendship so much he can’t imagine fucking that up if he were wrong. Even has been there for him since Isak’s very first day when he was a useless intern having a panic attack in a closet after witnessing a patient crash.

Even had just started his first year fully qualified and had helped Isak calm down and bought him hot chocolate afterwards before totally covering for his ass with the other doctors when they came back to the ward. He’s one of Isak’s oldest friends at the hospital – besides Sana who he actually entered the programme with – and Isak doesn’t know what he’d do without him.

“You will?” Isak asks, belatedly with surprise too evident in his voice.

But Even takes his response in his stride and flashes Isak a grin. “Of course! I can’t always feed you takeout, I’m definitely not leading by example.” He pauses to laugh before looking excitedly at Isak again. “Tell you what, next time we both have a Friday night off I’ll blow you away with my culinary skills.”

The chances of them both having a Friday night off are pretty much slim to none at the moment but Isak lets himself hope anyway. “Deal.”

Lunch is nice. Neither of them get called back to the hospital so they can actually eat in peace and they try their best to keep their conversation off their patients. It’s not easy considering both of their social lives are basically non-existent at the moment but still. Even tells him about his friends and some new bar they’d found last week when Even had actually been able to join them for drinks. Isak mostly talks about Eskild since he’s the only person in Isak’s life not related to the hospital somehow, telling Even about the movie night they’d had the other night when Isak had gotten home at a reasonable time for once.

“A movie night!” Even exclaims. “That’s what we’re doing when I cook for you. I need to educate you.”

“I know plenty about movies!” Isak protests and that’s a big fat lie, honestly.

Even gives him a disbelieving look. “No offence, Isak. I love you and everything but you’re horribly uncultured.”

Isak would hit back with a quick retort – he really would – but his brain is a little too stuck on the first half of Even’s sentence. He knows he doesn’t mean it like that, he knows Even is kidding, but try telling his heart and his overactive imagination that.

“We should probably get back,” Even says with a sigh, checking his watch after what feels like far too little time.

Isak nods and tries in vain to fight Even for the check but Even bats him away with a pointed, “Nope! My treat.”

God, he makes it so fucking hard for it not to feel like a date.

“What time are you finished today?” Isak asks when they’re walking back. Tomorrow’s his afternoon shift and he’s itching to get a chance to hang out with Even for a little longer on his own. They’ve barely seen each other in the past couple of weeks with the hospital getting increasingly busier as the cold weather settles in, making the number of road accidents skyrocket. And every time they are around each other everyone else is usually around too. Which, Isak likes everyone else…just not as much as he likes Even.

“I’m on call until Friday,” Even says with a half-smile, looking more resigned than happy about the fact. “So the likelihood of me actually getting to sleep in my own bed tonight is pretty slim.”

Isak’s shoulders drop and he tries not let his dejectedness show. Even probably spots it anyway – he’s way too adept at reading Isak. Throwing his arm over Isak’s shoulder, he reels him in close, tucking Isak against his side. After a moment of mild panic, Isak manages to relax into him.

“Swing by the on-call room when you’re done later and give me a hug before you go,” he says, squeezing Isak’s shoulder. “It’ll get me through a night of interrupted sleep on a shitty bed.”

Again, sometimes Even says things.

Still, Isak is helpless to deny him, reluctantly slipping out from underneath Even’s arm as they step through the hospital doors.

When they’re changing back into their lab coats in the locker room Even stops just before they’re about to part ways. “So can I expect a call from Dr Valtersen later?” he checks, eyes sparkling and playful and making Isak desperately wish kissing was a regular thing they did.

Instead, he steels himself, gives Even his signature charming smile and says, “Just for you.”

Isak can’t wait for the end of his shift.

*